I am not a good dancer; in fact an embarrassingly pathetic one at that. So I am always cautious not to lift my feet up the ground no matter how zippy a live musical show is. My best form of dancing has been clapping like a beaming and spry 90-year old. But I was dreamy yesterday night. I attempted an act of dancing in a shindig, although it could be called a crude or even primordial form of the art. But nonetheless, I revelled in it unabashedly for as long as I could. Thanks to Thaikkudam Bridge for giving almost 3 hours of entranced music to someone who originally wanted to stand in a corner for one-third of that time!